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Pete Gautchier

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Worry. Hope. Worry. What's it Going to Get You?

Weekly Contest #372

Prompts: Write about a character who wakes up in the middle of the night or is unable to sleep. Write about a character who can’t stop checking something. Worry. Hope. Worry Some More. What’s it Going to Get You? “My flesh feels like it is melting off my bones. It is ghastly hot in here. My sweat is pouring down my face. Yeah, my furry friend, I guess I am your water fountain for the midnight hours. Stop licking my face. Did anyone ever tell you your breath smells like day old tuna?Well at least I have some...

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Freddie and A Walk Down Memory Lane

Weekly Contest #371

Prompt: Set your story in an empty hospital, school, or office building. Freddie and a Walk Down Memory Lane Time entry: 06, 06.66.6,666,666 F (in an abyss where flies collect). A sinister hissing voice can be heard. “That Freddie boy will not be the end of me. Nope! No way! Well, it can’t be my end, at least not yet. I have some time before the world is caput and my time ends. Hmmm, he is venturing out to a place where he could be most vulnerable. Maybe his jaunt down memory lane will be his demise after a little bi...

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When Your Love is for Someone Else

Weekly Contest #369

Prompt: Write a story in which grief shows itself in an unexpected way or becomes a tangible object. When Your Love is for Someone Else “Nothing I say or do seems to help,” I said to my therapist.  “I am at my wit’s end. Patty’s drowning in her grief and nothing can rescue her from the tidal wave of despair that has grabbed ahold of her.  It grieves me to see my daughter spiraling out of control. My daughter’s grief has changed into bitter hatred for me! I know she was so close to her Nana.  Patty and my mo...

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Freddie and the Pretzel called Bigmouth

Weekly Contest #368

Prompt: Write a story from the point if view of a magical being or creature. Freddie, and the Pretzel Called Bigmouth Journal Entry, 06, 06, 6,666,666a (in an abyss where “flies” collect) I think I’ll just let the kid write his story. This kid is a menace to me. I think I’ll buzz around him to ensure he captures the essence of our encounter. Maybe I can trick him later. Journal Entry; June 6th, 1966 (my room) Dear Diary, Boy, this pesky fly in my room is driving me crazy as I write this. I survived today but I looked into my m...

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More Than Clutter-The Junkyard of My Life

Weekly Contest #367

Prompt: Start or end your story with a character closing a door, literally or metaphorically.   More Than Clutter- the Junkyard of My Life The APS agents were at my doorstep. With the security chain link still attached to the door, I cautiously cracked it open. I knew why they were here. One of the agents said, “Mam, we’re here from the Adult Protection Service. You are being served an abatement order to clean up your property outside your house. You have one week to comply with this writ or else face fines and possible evicti...

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Peddling the Truth

Weekly Contest #366

Prompt: Write a story with an unreliable narrator or character. Peddling the Truth A crowd is gathering on the city street in front of a pop-up kiosk. A street vendor is screeching in a high-pitched voice. I watched and listened as he droned on… “Hear ye hear ye, have I got a product for you! Do you suffer from a rumbly tummy? Has the food you’ve eaten made you feel crummy? Are you expelling burps and feeling nauseous? Other remedies list side effects warning you to be cautious. Full of bloating gas that is stuck in the midsection before yo...

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No Gold, No Fish, Just Follow Me

Weekly Contest #365

Prompt: Write a story about two rivals/enemies forced to work together. No Gold, No Fish Just Follow Me All I do every day is fish. I just love to fish. As you can guess it is my livelihood. Tilapia is my mainstay catch. Whether breakfast, lunch or dinner, tilapia is my main entrée. Like any business, it requires an investment of time, energy and money. My time is generally my own except when my mother-in-law demands some of it to do chores. I guess she has a right since my wife, and I invited her to live with us. We created the situ...

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How Can This Be?

Weekly Contest #364

Prompt: Write a story that includes the line(s) “No one will believe you.” How Can This Be? I awoke to rocks and debris tumbling around me. The skies were pitch black. Lightening coursed its way through the sky. The earth was shaking. I felt like I was on my boat adrift in the sea tossed by unrelenting waves. I had been laying just outside the entrance to a small cave. Dirt and small stones covered more than half my body. Using a vine that clung to the surface of the surrounding hill, I pulled myself out of that shroud of earth. The e...

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Forgetful Freddie

Weekly Contest #363

Prompt: Begin or end your story with someone standing in the rain or snow.Secondary Prompt: Center your story around a character who is struggling with something no one else in their life knows about. Forgetful Freddie As the kids in my neighborhood would say, “it’s raining cats and dogs today.” I bet most of them would be outside splashing in huge puddles like they were spending a day at the beach. I saw no dogs or cats falling from the sky. Instead for me it was a cold heavenly dam that burst because I was standing in the middle of it. ...

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A Melancholy Forecast-Stormy Weather on the Horizom

Weekly Contest #363

Prompt: Begin or end your story with someone looking out at a body of water (river, ocean sea) A Melancholy Forecast: Stormy Weather on the Horizon A salty mist bathed our faces as we sat upon the edge of the cliff. The sun gleamed its light upon our faces. A gentle breeze gingerly pushed her auburn hair upon her rosy cheeks. We sat in silence for a while gazing out at the endless sea. Its waves serenely undulated across the surface until one could hear the slap of the waters upon the shoreline. A seagull annoyingly flew in front of us a...

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Gone Forever?

Weekly Contest #362

Prompt: Your character wants something they can’t (or shouldn’t) have. Gone Forever? I was not one of those babies born with a golden spoon in my mouth. My mother was a crackhead. I was born in an alley on the west side of Chicago. She left me in a cardboard box as an appetizer for some feral animal. Thankfully, a homeless woman found me and raised me for a while until child services took custody of me. Truthfully, this never happened to me. Maybe this is someone else’s story, but certainly not mine. I was born into a wealthy family. I had a...

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The Four F's of the Culinary Arts: Filets, Flambe', Flames, Fiasco

Weekly Contest #362

Prompt: Include a scene in which someone is cooking, eating, or drinking. Secondary Prompt: Start or end your story with someone making a meal, a recipe, or a cup of tea (for themselves or someone else). The Four F’s of the Culinary Arts: Filets, Flambe’, Flames, Fiasco It was a celebration like no other we would have at our house. I was graduating from high school along with a few of my closest friends. The families agreed to have one huge celebratory party for the five of us graduates. I volunteered my parents to orchestrate the gathe...

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What Was I Waiting For?

Weekly Contest #361

Prompt: Your character reminisces on something that happened many summers ago. What Was I Waiting For? It was midnight. Sleep was running away from me. My thoughts were racing as I had earlier in the day witnessed my son graduating from high school. I was so proud of him. Nostalgia tugged at my heart. I found myself reminiscing about those special days when I was my son’s age. I pulled off the bookshelf my senior high school yearbook. Instinctively, I turned to the page where my photo was. I cringed when I saw it. Inserted into the ...

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Fun Things and Heartstrings

Weekly Contest #361

Prompt: Write a story about summer love.Fun Things and Heartstrings “You throw like a girl!”, I said to her disgustedly.“I am a girl, you bonehead.” Playing catch with Maripat is such a joy for me. And yes, even if she is a girl she is quite the ball player. I have known Maripat now for almost two years. This summer though is turning out to be something really special. She lives across the street from me in a rental house. Her father travels for a living so I am hoping they never move again. Sometimes I wonder if I had spoken too soon when ...

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Professor Schnooz-Breaking Through Schleep (Sleep) Barriers

Weekly Contest #360

Major Prompt: Write about a breakthrough that arrives just in time or much too late.Prompt: Your character wakes up from a dream with a long-awaited idea or answer. Professor Schnooz-Breaking Through Schleep (Sleep) Barriers Attendees of the very first narcolepsy/sleep conference file into the conference center in the town of Sleepy Hollow on the rustic shores of New Bedshire. A speaker dressed in a white lab coat is broadcasting on the auditorium stage. He begins with the announcement; “Welcome to the first annual Narco Meet, Greet and Sl...

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